Hidden beauty,
Precious gem…
There you are
And here I am.
Silent observer
Of the littlest of things.
You give ‘’cuteness’’
Its very true meaning…
Yet you didn’t ask
To be looked upon.
You just stay there
As time goes on.
Keep your true colors
Shining through,
As we need beauty,
Just like you.
She’s beautiful
But I forgot
Why she loves me
Or she loves me not
I’m no good looker
That’s for sure
Does she love me
Less or more?
It’s not my body
Not my face
For both of them
Look out of place
She’s seen my every
Little bit
So good looks don’t
Come in to it
It must be something
I can’t see
That makes her look again
At me
It must be underneath
The skin
Where any beauty
Must begin
Hidden beauty?
I can’t tell
The mirror hides it
Very well
I can’t see what
She seems to find
Her beauty’s what
I hide behind
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Beautiful
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So lovely! And that picture got me too–seashells are one of my favourite things:-)
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Beautifully written. I love it 😻
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So lovely!
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